It Hit Me Hard [Destiel- Highschool- Human!Cas]

Dean.

Y'all are going to murder me, there is no doubt.

Castiels POV:

I pressed my hand against the glass of the window next to the exit.

I turned around and went back up to his room. Sam had left and it was just him and I.

"Dean." I whispered. "I'm sorry." I said grabbing his hand.

He looked at me.

"I'm sorry too. I'm sorry I never got to build you that house in the country. I'm sorry that you don't have my last name yet. I'm sorry that I can't be there for you."

I was crying, I knew I was, but I didn't care.

"Dean please, stop talking like this." We both knew at that point.

"Castiel. I love you, I love you so much. Don't you forget that okay."

"Dean."

"Promise me."

I kissed him softly.

"I promise, I love you too Dean, more than anything." I fell to my knees next to him.

"Don't leave me." I begged.

He wiped my face off.

"I'm sorry. I love you."

"I- I love you too. Dean."

"Castiel."

The beeps stopped as he let out his last breath.

He had flat lined. Doctors rushed in and I just laid on the floor in a sobbing mess.

Later after I left the hospital I was going through the Impala and found that drawing that I avoided looking at a long time ago.

I looked then.

It was me. It was incredible.

I was sitting down insides a semi translucent Saturn. The rings floating around me like smoke.

On the back it said.

"You shine brighter than all the stars in the sky. My heart will always belong to you.

-Dean."

I traced my fingers over the careful print and cried. I cried myself to sleep clutching his jacket that he had carelessly thrown in the back seat.

It still smelled like the after shave he used.

I woke up to Sam knocking on the glass of the car.

I opened the door and scooted over.

"Hey." I said.

Sam's lower lip shook

"Cas." Sam's eyes started to water.

"I know Sam." I began to cry again.

"He's really gone."

I knew he was gone. My heart felt empty. But that statement hit me like a ton of bricks.

There would be no more hair cuts.

There would be no more playful banter.

There would be no more Dean.

I laid down in the back seat and cried. Eventually Sam composed himself enough to get out of the car and get in Ellen's truck to be driven home. She came back on a bus and drove the impala back.

Dean would of thrown a fit.

But he couldn't.

I didn't eat for days. I just laid in the impala.

I only got out to go to the bathroom but then I just got right back in. The leather of the seats reminded me of him.

This car is where I first met Dean Winchester.

And this car is all that is left of him.